Collected poems of Sir Thomas Wyatt Edited by Kenneth Muir and Patricia Thomson |
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| 13 |  | I. |
| II. |
| 4 | | III. |
| IV. |
| 2 | | V. |
| VI. |
| CCXXXIV. |
| CCXXXV. |
| CCXXXVI. |
| CCXXXVII. |
| CCXXXVIII. |
| CCXXXIX. |
| CCXL. |
| 2 | | VII. |
| VIII. |
| IX. |
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CCXXX
[Whan that I call vnto my mynde]
Whan that I call vnto my mynde
The tyme of hope that ons I hade,
The grete abuse that ded me blinde
Dothe force me allwaies to be sad;
Yet of my greef I fayne me glad
But am assurid I was to bolde
To truste to such a slipper holde.
The tyme of hope that ons I hade,
The grete abuse that ded me blinde
Dothe force me allwaies to be sad;
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But am assurid I was to bolde
To truste to such a slipper holde.
I thought yt well that I had wrought
Willing forthewith so to ensue,
But he that sekis as I have sought
Shall finde most trust oft tymes vntrue;
For lest I reckte that most I rue,
Of that I thought my silf most sure
Ys nowe the wante of all mye cure.
Willing forthewith so to ensue,
But he that sekis as I have sought
Shall finde most trust oft tymes vntrue;
For lest I reckte that most I rue,
Of that I thought my silf most sure
Ys nowe the wante of all mye cure.
Amiddes my welthe I dede not reke
But sone alas or that I wiste
The tyme was come that all to weake
I had no powre for to resiste.
Nowe am I prof to theim that liste
To flee such woo and wrongfull paine
As in my herte I doo sustayne.
But sone alas or that I wiste
The tyme was come that all to weake
I had no powre for to resiste.
Nowe am I prof to theim that liste
To flee such woo and wrongfull paine
As in my herte I doo sustayne.
Ffor faynid faithe is alwaies free
And dothe inclyne to bee oniuste,
That sure I thinck there can none bee
To muche assurid without mistruste,
But happe what maye, to theim that muste
Sustaine suche cruell destenye
Wythe patiens for remedye.
And dothe inclyne to bee oniuste,
That sure I thinck there can none bee
To muche assurid without mistruste,
But happe what maye, to theim that muste
Sustaine suche cruell destenye
Wythe patiens for remedye.
As I am on wich bye restrainte
Abides the tyme of my retourne
Yn hope that fortune by my playnte
Wyll slake the fire wherewith I bourne
Sins no waies els may serue my tourne
Yet for the dowt of this distresse
I aske but right for my redresse.
Abides the tyme of my retourne
Yn hope that fortune by my playnte
Wyll slake the fire wherewith I bourne
Sins no waies els may serue my tourne
Yet for the dowt of this distresse
I aske but right for my redresse.
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